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You are being watched.
The government
has a secret system--
a machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.
I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,
but it sees everything--
violent crimes
involving ordinary people.
The government considers
these people irrelevant.
We don't.
Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.
You will never find us.
But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up,
we'll find you.
This place, I love it.
- I thought you might.
- [Laughs]
You mentioned
craving some real espresso
the last time we spoke.
Oh, I think
I became a coffee snob
- after living in Italy.
- Oh, when was that?
I spent my junior year
in Venice.
It was like
a beautiful daydream.
Sorry, that sounds silly.
No, no, not at all.
I got to be 2 feet away
from De Chirico's The Red Tower.
His paintings
have that sense of
mystery, of something looming.
Yeah, it's like
life is frozen in that moment
and the universe is
about to reveal all its secrets.
Yes, and it did, in a way.
That's when I knew
I wanted to be an artist.
And here you are.
Well
[Chuckles]
I-I'm just
an illustrator.
I mean, I paint sometimes,
but what I do
is about discovery.
Every day,
there's a new lesson to learn,
a new mystery
around the corner.
[Chuckles]
So, uh, have you ever been
to Italy?
I first saw
the Italian countryside
through a view-master.
The viewfinder thing
with the circular slides?
Exactly.
[Laughter]
I spent hours
looking through it,
pretending that I was
actually there.
Did you ever get to see it
in person?
After college.
Yeah, and
it was even more beautiful
than I had imagined.
So it was worth the wait.
Unquestionably.
[Phone ringing]
[Various computer voices]
Passage, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta,
Victor, Whiskey, Motion,
November, Foxtrot.
I've already eaten, Mr.
Reese.
Thank you.
Who said it was for you?
Doggie Danish.
So who's our new number?
Two numbers, actually.
Sabrina and Daniel Drake.
Co-CEOs of East Village
Publishing.
The drakes are worth
over $100 million.
Sabrina Drake
met her husband Daniel
while working
at Random House in '92.
They both left their jobs
shortly thereafter and eloped.
I had 'em pegged
for a wedding at the Plaza.
Maybe her parents
didn't want to pay for it.
Mr.
Drake grew up
nearly destitute,
but he was smart,
and managed to finagle
a full scholarship
to Northwestern.
I'd say someone's
after their money.
Or revenge.
They recently released
a scathing indictment
of the Maryland Militia
and its leader, Wade Huggins.
The author claims
that Mr.
Huggins has
more than 10,000 firearms
and teaches his followers
to build car bombs
in case of domestic insurgence.
Huggins has made
a few thinly-veiled threats,
but has yet to make his move.
I imagine the machine has seen
whatever it is
he's planning on doing.
And what are you planning,
Finch?
I need you to go
to the Drakes' place of business
while I visit their home.
I'm proud of you, Finch.
You've really
gotten comfortable
with your breaking
and entering duties.
Thank you for appreciating my
descent into deviant behavior.
As for the workplace
this is an RFID duplicator.
You simply scan an active card,
copy this blank,
and you'll have access
to all the company's offices.
And where do I get
an active card?
I can't do everything,
Mr.
Reese.
Come on, come on, come on.
We're going to be late.
Only if late means
[Card reader beeps]
[Electronic chime]
[Card reader beeps]
I'm in, Finch.
When you reach reception,
tell them you're there
for the Harold Crane meeting.
I made an appointment
under the guise of investing
in a new imprint.
I'll be a no-show
and rudely never call to cancel,
which should buy you
plenty of time to loiter.
It's called recon, Finch.
[Pushes button anxiously]
Relax.
You're anxiety
is giving me anxiety.
I know, I'm sorry,
but you know how he is.
He always has to be
the first to arrive.
Henry takes
this irritated pleasure
with us always being late,
even if we're early.
It's an absurd power play.
Marty called
from The Atlantic, again.
You have lunch today
with Xander Lonegan's publicist.
He wanted to know your thoughts
- on the "Ten Best" article.
- That guy is persistent.
Tell him I'll call him tomorrow
and make sure I read that
before I go home today.
Uh, who are you
here to see, sir?
Yes, I'm waiting
on my employer, Harold Crane.
Okay.
Yes, of course.
Please tell me when he arrives.
This company
is not for sale, Henry.
Every company is for sale.
The offer's been on the table
for two weeks.
- They're not gonna wait forever.
- So let 'em walk.
Legal went over this proposal
dozens of times, it's solid.
The numbers speak
for themselves.
The numbers mean nothing
if we don't have control
over our product.
We were down 20% this quarter,
With all due respect,
I'm not sure
creative control
is what we need right now.
We're not
the only publishing house
who's having troubles, Henry.
Random House doesn't seem
to be complaining.
Oh, come on,
they're three times our size.
You want to walk away
from $1/2 billion, Daniel?
The board meets tomorrow.
I say we let 'em vote,
- then we decide.
- A vote?
You and Sabrina
are majority shareholders.
Your votes are the only ones
that matter, and you know it.
You're hearing this?
There seems to be some
discontent in the ranks, Finch.
Someone made an offer
on the company,
and there's a very eager taker.
His name's Henry.
Henry Brooks.
He was the Drake's
first investor,
and still owns 5%
of the company.
Which means
he has a lot to lose
if that deal
doesn't go through.
[Doorbell ringing]
Your manager called
and said you had to reschedule.
Something about
a computer malfunction.
Oh, it's a misunderstanding.
Good, because Mr.
and Mrs.
Drake
have requested
high-speed fiber optic
throughout the house.
That won't be a problem.
Mr.
Reese, I'm almost finished
at the Drakes'.
It's quite a lovely home.
Don't get too comfortable,
Finch.
Sabrina's on her way
to a meeting across town,
and her husband has a lunch
meeting near 76th and Park.
I can't keep eyes
on both of 'em.
The restaurant
is close to The Brownstone.
I'll keep an eye on him
while you follow Mrs.
Drake.
Yeah, that's right.
Meet me at 6:00,
corner of 12th and Greenwich.
[Phone beep]
_
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, I'm still here.
[Phone ringing]
Carter.
That's the second time
Fusco sent me to voice mail.
Should I be offended?
Am I my partner's keeper, John?
No, but I'll bet
you still have an opinion.
I want to give him
the benefit of the doubt,
but guy's been acting jumpy.
Sneaking off,
taking phone calls,
that sort of thing.
I'll look into it, but first,
you need to find out
anything you can
about a man named Wade Huggins.
Maryland Militia Wade Huggins?
I just got a heads up
he's on his way to town
to protest
a publishing company.
I need his location.
I take it you know something
that I don't.
The husband and wife owners
are in trouble.
I'm just trying to find out
who's causing it.
Mr.
Reese, Daniel Drake
is leaving the restaurant now.
Finch, do you still
have eyes on the husband?
Yes.
What's the matter?
Do you see anything suspicious
or out of place?
No, Mr.
Reese.
Has something happened
to Mrs.
Drake?
A man just planted something
on their car.
What kind of something?
Like a tracking device?
Not unless tracking devices
come with remote detonators.
A bomb.
Where's Mrs.
Drake?
I got to it before she arrived.
Thank God.
What'd you do with it?
Nothing yet.
Shouldn't we call
the bomb squad?
No time.
It's got a cell phone trigger.
Call might come in
at any second.
John, you need to get
away from it right now.
Just need
to get to the wires.
[Phone ringing]
John, are you there?
[Phone ringing]
I'm okay, Finch.
The device was homemade.
Crude, but it would have
gotten the job done.
Now, we have a contact number
for our bomber.
[Phone ringing]
Yeah?
I don't mean to minimize
your near death experience,
Mr.
Reese,
but are you certain
that you bluejacked
Daniel Drake's phone?
This morning,
on the elevator.
Why?
He must have a second one.
You said it was handled, Santi.
[On phone] Relax, I'm on it.
Well, you better be.
Otherwise,
I'm gonna keep the rest
of your fee, you got it?
Mr.
Reese,
it's not the Maryland Militia
we need to worry about.
The bomber just contacted
Daniel Drake.
It seems he's the one
that tried to kill his wife.
Finch, the drakes
are back at their office.
Thank you for your support
this morning.
Oh, don't worry,
you made it really clear
- how you feel about the matter.
- Call your shrink
if you need someone
to hold your hand, Sabrina.
I can't believe
you want to sell
the only thing
we ever did right.
You know what, I always knew
you were defeatist.
I never knew
you were spineless.
If by "spineless" you mean
"fiscally prudent," fine.
Not all of us grew up with
nannies and Tiffany rattles.
Oh, the poor-kid card.
That's your favorite.
You are a stubborn, obtuse,
overindulged
pseudo-intellectual.
Really? I'm sorry.
Which one of us went to Yale?
- Oh, there we go.
Yeah, okay.
- 'Cause that would be me.
And where did you go?
Northwestern.
- Oh, your safety school.
- My safety school.
Well, you know what?
Keep trying to deflect
all you want, hon,
but a smart girl like you
should see the writing
on the wall.
It is time to sell the company.
Absolutely not.
You know, you can't admit
being wrong in anything,
can you?
You can never admit
to losing anything,
no matter how misguided.
Are you hearing this, Finch?
Apparently we underestimated
their marital discontent.
Sounds more like disgust.
The components
of the incendiary device
that you defused
are an exact replica of one
detailed in the militia's
underground manual.
So Daniel Drake hired someone
to build a bomb
that could be easily traced
to a group
that had publicly threatened
their lives.
Very clever.
Guess *** is one way
to break up a marriage.
But wouldn't divorce
have been simpler?
Not if he wants
the sale to go through.
When Frank McCourt was trying
to sell the Dodgers,
it was held up for months
while he went through
one of the most expensive
divorce cases in history.
I didn't know you were
a baseball fan, Finch.
- The Mets?
- Not particularly.
- Orioles?
- I suppose.
The A's.
Oakland is fine, and the Cubs,
and the Red Sox too,
although, I'm not certain
my affection
for any one of these teams
would reveal where I grew up,
- Mr.
Reese.
- Okay, where were we?
I found both the Drakes' wills
on their home computer.
In the event of her death,
Mrs.
Drake's shares
go to her husband.
So he will no doubt
try to kill her again
in the next 24 hours.
We need to find that hit man.
What about the name Drake used?
"Santi"?
My best guess is that
it belongs to a man named
Nestor Santiago.
He's listed a number of times
on Mr.
Drake's phone records.
They grew up on the same street
in Flatbush.
- Childhood friends.
- We have a recent address?
Mr.
Santiago was in Sing Sing
until eight months ago.
Since then, he's stayed off
the government's radar.
Although,
one of the arresting detectives
works at the eighth precinct.
I've enlisted
Detective Carter's help.
Yeah, I remember Santiago.
What'd that idiot do now?
He may be involved
in a homicide.
Anything you can do to shed
some light on his whereabouts?
Not offhand.
He was a small-time dealer,
started using his own product,
and took a dive
down the rabbit hole.
I pinched him
selling in hell's kitchen.
No shoes, no shirt, and a .
45
tucked into his jockeys.
How'd he get off
with so little time?
Good lawyer.
Some overpriced
suit from the Upper East.
What did Santiago do?
I can't read you in
on this one, Beecher.
Yeah, I know the drill.
Homicide Task Force
is first class,
and the rest of us are coach.
It's not like that.
I'm just busting your balls,
Carter.
It's always good
to have one of you task forcers
owe me a favor, especially one
who smells like rose petals
instead of an ashtray.
Thanks, it's Jasmine.
No problem.
Um, hey, listen,
one of my undercovers
is working with a dealer
who used to do business
with him.
Let me see what I can dig up.
I will definitely owe you one.
Finch, the Drakes
are on the move.
They're heading
to a book signing
for one of their authors.
I'm all for
cutting greenhouse gases,
but you do remember
that Mr.
Drake
is trying to kill his wife?
The husband isn't the type
to get his hands dirty.
I'm confident
he won't kill his wife
in the back
of their chauffeured town car.
Understood,
but I wouldn't put it past him
to pull something at the event,
and the militia members
will be in attendance.
Perfect timing for a frame job.
[Overlapping yelling]
Finch, I got a sniper
on my 6:00.
I got the wife.
I'm not sure it's Mrs.
Drake
the sniper's after, Mr.
Reese.
She just sent a text
to an anonymized number.
It just says, "now.
"
The husband is the target.
Sure--
[Gunshot]
[Grunts]
[Cheers and applause]
Excuse you.
No, just some maniac.
He just--
Mr.
Reese?
What's happening?
[Cheers and applause]
Maryland Militia
protects America!
[Overlapping yelling]
[Engine revving]
You're publishing lies!
Maryland Militia
protects America!
Shame on East Village
Publishing!
Mrs.
Drake
just sent another text.
It's several question marks
and exclamation points.
Finch, I think I've figured out
why the machine
gave us both numbers.
The Drakes took out a hit
on each other.
Sorry I'm late.
I had a few things to finish up
before I left the office.
Something you want to share,
Harold?
I haven't seen you this nervous
since your thesis presentation.
Nice pocket square.
[Chuckles]
What, do you have a hot date?
[Laughs]
You old dog.
What's her story?
Stop.
It's nothing, Nathan.
Ah, of course.
Talking about your love life
would run at cross purposes
with your invisible man routine.
That's okay, Harold, I get it.
Just remember,
while mystery is a powerful tool
in a relationship
a little goes a long way.
Trust me.
Your friend's wedding
was yesterday.
I take it you saw Olivia?
Yeah, I did.
I hadn't seen Olivia
since the mediation.
Did you speak with her?
I tried.
You know the only thing
worse than hate?
Indifference.
I told her so many lies
over the years,
I don't even remember
what half of them were.
The truth always
catches up to you, Harold,
no matter how hard
you try and hide it.
So we have two victims
who are also perpetrators,
not to mention two hit men.
You know, Mr.
Reese,
it did occur to me,
we could leave the Drakes
to their own devices.
That's pretty mercenary
of you, Finch.
I kind of like it.
If that's the case, I may have
crossed some moral threshold.
I can't help thinking
about the innocent people
who could use our help while
we're spending all our time
with a couple that have chosen
*** over marriage counseling.
Well, do we have
another number?
Sadly, no.
Then it's the Drakes'
lucky day,
but we're going to need
all hands on deck.
Were you able to locate Fusco?
After sending my messages
to voice mail,
Detective Fusco removed
his cell phone battery.
Carter was right.
He's up to something.
Last time
he used his cell phone
was at 12th Street
and Greenwich Avenue.
We better find out what
he's got himself mixed up in.
Is something wrong, Lionel?
No, I'm-- I'm fine.
Sorry about
the early reservation.
The only other one they had
was 10:30, so I figured--
It's okay, I like
that we got it all to ourselves.
Wow! That is so pretty.
Look at it.
Yeah.
I am.
It's, uh
[Chuckles]
small.
It was nice of Larry
to set us up, right?
He's a sweetie.
Yeah, our kids
play hockey together.
Mm.
His son Mitchell
is one of my students.
Must be hard to spend
much time with your son.
I mean, being a detective
and all.
Those are long hours, right?
Eh, my ex thought so.
But the job's
not that interesting anyway.
I think it's super interesting.
Believe me, you'd be bored.
Excuse me, sir,
there's a phone call for you.
Sorry, I got to take that.
Hey, I'm kind of in the middle
of something here.
If I'm to believe the waiter,
it sounds like you're
near the end of something.
You really do need to work
on your conversational skills.
So who needs saving?
I need you to keep an eye
on a woman named Sabrina Drake.
I'm sending you the address,
and, please,
put your cell phone battery
back where it belongs.
[Phone beeps]
I'm sorry, that was work.
I just got called in
to a stakeout.
Okay.
I understand if you don't want
to take a rain check
on the date.
I mean,
my job gets in the way a lot.
I understand, Lionel.
My cousin's a cop.
Bad pay.
Bad hours.
What if I join you?
We could give up
on our foodie experiment
and go to my favorite
falafel place.
Yeah?
Mr.
Drake doing anything
he shouldn't?
Oh, he's working
like everything's normal
[Scoffs]
and he didn't hire an ex-con
to kill his wife.
Yeah.
Fusco says
the missus is hard at work too.
How did two people
go from being in love
to wanting each other dead?
Being in love is one thing.
Being married,
a whole different animal.
Those vows change everything.
Which one?
"Till death do us part.
"
[Laughs]
Yeah, something like that.
One day you're married
to your soul mate,
then you watch them
turn into someone else.
Sometimes you're so in love
with who a person was,
you can't bring yourself
to love who they've become.
You ever think about moving on?
Like dating?
[Laughs] Sure.
In my spare time, like
when I'm not being a single mom
or a homicide detective,
or whatever this is.
What about you?
[Phone ringing] One second.
- Carter.
- Hey, it's Beecher.
You got any news on Santiago?
Yeah, I talked to my guy.
He said Santiago was
asking around about where
to boost a Deli-to-door van.
Said he needed it to access
some publishing building
in midtown.
Thanks, Beecher.
I think Santiago is
on his way to see Mrs.
Drake.
Someone cut the power.
Looks like Mrs.
Drake'*** man
just found his target.
So this ***
forgets to log out
of his Facebook account
after he robs the place.
We pick him up two hours later.
Guess what he's doing.
Updating his status?
He couldn't help himself.
[Laughter]
I'm so glad you came, Rhonda.
Me too.
[Phone ringing]
[Sighs] What?
Detective, we have a problem.
Delivery man just arrived
on the 29th floor.
All right, I'm on my way.
Look, I'll be right back, okay?
- Okay.
- All right.
[Grunts]
NYPD!
[Grunts]
Who in the hell
is on my property?
- Get down!
- What are those guys--
- get down!
Go! Go!
[Tires screeching]
Hey!
Who are you people?
What is going on?
Somebody better talk to me
right now
and tell me what the heck
is going on!
I want--
Uh, what are you doing?
Sometimes you need to break
a few eggs to save lives.
Yeah, pretty sure
that's not the saying.
Hey, pal.
Hey, can I help you?
None of your business, bruja.
It's Detective Bruja.
You got some ID?
[Sabrina screams]
[Gasps] What's happening?
NYPD.
Everything's okay, ma'am.
All right, come with me.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Where's your backup?
Shouldn't there be backup?
Uh
here they are now.
You don't look like
a police officer.
Thank you.
[Gasps]
[Screams]
Put me down! Put me down!
Help! Help!
Somebody help!
[Screaming]
- Help!
- Is that really necessary?
If we don't stop this now,
innocent people will get caught
in their marital crossfire,
and I won't let that happen.
Good job, Lionel.
Yeah, always wanted to be
accessory to kidnapping.
Multiple kidnappings.
It's a good thing
it's after hours, because--
Lionel, you were right.
There was a Fro-Yo place
right around the corner.
Oh, these your co-workers?
- Hi, I'm Carter.
- Rhonda.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah, I was just
catching Fusco up on a case,
and now you're all up to speed,
I'm gonna leave, okay?
[Banging and muffled cries
from trunk]
Um, yeah.
Yup, okay, you're good!
[Tires screeching]
Just tell us what you want.
We will pay you.
We will pay you handsomely,
whatever you want.
- Do you know who we are?
- Trust me on this.
We know people
who will put you away
- for the rest of your life.
- Shut up, Sabrina.
You are in no position
to negotiate with this maniac.
Well, at least
I'm standing up for myself.
You, on the other hand, might
as well offer him a cappuccino!
Well, forgive me
because I want to leave here
with all my body parts intact.
That's-- Oh.
Please take these off.
We're sorry.
We don't want any trouble.
- Little late for that.
- Whatev-- whatever you want,
just tell us,
we will make it happen.
Who are you?
I'm the guy
who stopped you two jokers
from killing each other.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Where's Nestor Santiago?
Nestor?
You hired Nestor to kill me?
The drug-addicted lunatic?
You, on the other hand,
went upscale, professional.
Do you have a contact number
or an address?
Wow.
Wow!
[Over intercom]
You are so selfish.
[Over intercom]
I'm the one who's selfish.
When's the last time
you did anything
for someone
other than yourself?
Oh, says the good samaritan.
Do you know,
when you're not in the office,
all you talk about are
backsplashes and color palettes?
I ask your opinion
because I want your opinion.
You, on the other hand,
ignore me.
I don't care!
How many times
can a person redo their kitchen?
I liked the one we had
three kitchens ago.
If you're okay with mediocrity.
[Sighs] What is this?
Marriage counseling.
Why not just dangle them
off the roof
and force them to tell us
how to find the hit men?
While John would probably
enjoy that option,
it would be
a temporary solution.
We need to make sure the Drakes
won't try
to kill each other again.
Maybe it's time
to try a different tack.
This is me.
That was fun, huh?
[Laughs]
My first stakeout.
[Laughter]
Maybe next time
I'll even see some action.
Next time?
Okay.
[Door opening]
[Clatter] Who's there?
- Please, we'd like to go home.
- What's going on?
If you go home,
Mr.
Santiago will find you,
and your hit man,
Mrs.
Drake,
will likely ha the same plan
for finding your husband.
Who are you,
and why are you doing this?
We help people, even when they
don't necessarily deserve it.
You must think we're monsters.
No.
I have looked
into the faces
of real monsters,
Mrs.
Drake.
What I see here are two people
who stopped talking
to one another,
whose frustration
turned to hatred.
Although, unlike other couples,
you've opted for ***
instead of divorce.
I suppose I should commend you
for being so goal-oriented.
No, no, you don't
look like monsters.
In fact, you used to look like
you were very much in love.
- Are you Grace?
- Excuse me?
Yes.
Hi.
Thank you.
_
Hi.
[Squeals] Chocolate-covered's
my favorite.
He left you something else.
[Chuckles]
Um, hey, can you hold that?
Thank you.
_
_
Hey, that's
my uncle's beach house.
Yeah, and your aunt's
awful vegan smoothies.
They tasted
like rotten peanuts.
You were desperate to leave,
and said
you wanted to go swimming.
It was our first day off
in weeks.
Right, but we forgot
our bathing suits.
I wanted to go au naturale,
but you were worried
about those kids.
I didn't want you
to be arrested
for running around
bare-*** naked
in front of a bunch of minors.
You were still pregnant then.
Hey!
I don't know much
about the man I hired,
but I'll tell you what I can.
I contacted somebody
through a private security firm.
I wired half the money
to a Swiss bank account
and got a phone number
in return,
and the rest was due after.
I tried to call it off,
but the number
stopped working
after the book signing.
And Santiago?
I tried to call him yesterday,
tell him I changed my mind,
but
he always hated you, honey.
Yeah, he said
I should consider it a favor.
Where are we going?
You said you want to go home.
That's where we're going.
You-- you said
they'd be expecting us there.
If we can't call off the dogs,
we'll bring them to us.
Come on.
Hello.
Hello back.
[Laughs]
Thank you so much
for the scavenger hunt.
I loved it.
Come on up.
How did you get us in here?
I work as a docent.
It affords me a few perks
now and then.
Oh, thank you so much
for today.
It was [Laughs]
It was perfect.
It's not over yet.
It arrived last week
from an anonymous donor.
Happy Birthday.
Uh, do you mind
if we get the hell away
from this window?
We're sitting ducks.
That's the point,
Mr.
Drake.
Those hit men of yours
need to know someone's home.
Kitchen is secure.
You know, Lionel,
next time you have a date,
don't be so melodramatic.
I thought you might be
up to something.
Yeah, it's called
a personal life.
After taking a bullet
in the ***
and saving yours
more than once,
you think I've earned
just a little privacy?
No.
You're sure
they're even gonna show up?
You needed the job done
by tomorrow, right?
- Yeah.
- Before the board votes?
Yeah.
And neither of you paid
the full amount?
No.
Pretty sure.
Should we get guns too?
I have a better idea.
Wait.
- Stay here.
- Where are you going?
[Lock clicks]
Are you kidding me?
Come on!
[Sighs]
[Angry shouting]
Well, at least
we won't get hungry.
Hey, where's wonder boy?
He's securing the upper levels,
just in case
Santiago brings company.
All this money,
and they're still unhappy.
Oh, Daniel,
what happened to us?
Honestly, I don't know.
That guy was right
about us not talking, wasn't he?
You didn't want to discuss
anything real after it happened.
I wanted us to try again.
I asked you.
I wanted to try again too.
It was just too soon.
And then you said maybe
I should take some time off,
like it was my fault
because I was working too hard.
I wanted you to stay at home
because you'd just been through
a trauma, Sabrina,
not because I blamed you
for anything.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
Is that what you thought?
[Sighs]
No wonder I couldn't reach you.
And I kept pushing
and pushing, and--
I-I didn't know.
I never actually
said it out loud, did I?
I just threw myself into work
because that was easier
than facing what had happened.
And next thing I knew,
the company was all I had left,
and you wanted
to take it from me.
I had to be done
with us.
I mean, I am so angry
all the time, and--
[Laughs] I know the feeling.
I mean, I didn't want
to walk away with nothing.
Not after everything'd
been through,
not after the way I grew up.
I needed to sell, even if--
Great minds think alike, huh?
Danny, if we get out of this
When.
When we get out of here.
Maybe we could--
Is it crazy if we try again?
I think it's just crazy enough.
[Laughs]
I'm so sorry
I tried to kill you, honey.
Me too.
[Thud]
NYPD!
[Grunts]
[Grunts] [Grunts]
Fusco!
[Gunshots]
- No!
- Please, don't do this!
[Grunts]
You can't hide from me,
Detective.
- Hey, she ain't hiding.
- Aah!
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I know better
than to forget my vest
when I'm working
with Mr.
Happy.
Where is John?
[Distant commotion]
Ah!
[Grunts]
[Grunting]
Whoa!
- Oh!
- Aah!
Ah!
Oh!
Santiago?
He and his goons are down.
Sorry about the mess.
It's okay.
I didn't really like it anyway.
[One Of These Mornings by Moby]
♪
Coming through.
- You got it?
- Yeah.
I'll call Wes.
He'll get us the best lawyers.
Brooks will keep things going
while we work this out.
They're back together?
Come on.
Love's a funny thing, Fusco.
Just another quiet night
on the task force, huh?
I had to see this party
with my own eyes.
Thanks for the assist, Beecher.
I couldn't have done it
without you.
I don't know about that.
You seem like
you can handle yourself.
Even so,
it's nice to have help
- now and then.
- If that's the case,
Cal Beecher at your service,
ma'am.
I still owe you one.
You know, normally,
I'd ask for a bottle
of something strong,
but, uh,
what about dinner instead?
Uh
okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
One of these mornings ♪
won't be very long ♪
[Footsteps approaching]
Detective Carter says
the Drakes were arraigned
this morning.
They're invoking
spousal privilege,
refusing to testify
against one another.
Guess not getting divorced
worked out for them after all.
Do you know
how much time they'll get?
With their lawyers?
Probably very little.
Lot of mayhem
just to figure out
they still loved each other.
I suppose anything
is worthwhile
when life gives you
a second chance
to be with the one you love.
One of these mornings ♪
Come on, Bear.
won't be very long ♪
you will look for me ♪
and I'll be gone ♪
What's on your mind, Harold?
Oh, nothing.
Come on.
You always get that look
when something's on your mind.
I do?
And I'll be gone ♪
Grace, there's something
you should know about me
and about
what I do.
Harold, there's nothing
you can say
that will make me run away,
but you should tell me
in your own time,
when you don't have--
That look?
Besides,
our journey starts here,
and any mystery
around the corner
we can discover together.
You will look for me ♪
and I'll be gone ♪
♪
and I'll be gone ♪
you will look for me ♪
and I'll be gone ♪